92, Food Bestowed Out of Pity (5000 characters)

Outside the main gate of White Horse Hall.

Zhao Douan alighted from his carriage and strode directly into the government office, drawing many astonished glances.

"Lord? How have you come back?"

Inside his designated office, the dark-skinned, rugged-faced Zhu Kui stood up with a toothy grin.

Zhao Douan didn't bother with him. He first picked up the teapot on the desk and gulped down several mouthfuls to ease his dry throat.

Then he flung himself into a rosewood chair, glancing sideways with a smirk and scolded,

"What nonsense, is there something wrong with returning to my own government office?"

Zhu Kui obsequiously picked up a palm-leaf fan and began to fan him, explaining,

"It's just that today was supposed to be the day you assumed your new post at the Imperial Court."

Zhao Douan exhaled, enjoying the cool breeze, and sighed,

"That place is full of troubles. Although a sharp knife can cut through the chaos, the knife needs to rest too."